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six strings along the cumberland
summer
with its fleeting wings
drew closed like a mourned chapter
sliding down my hair in fading yellow
guitar dreamer
you strummed your nimble fingers
down my heart threads
acoustic humming hit the lake shore
echoed off the shimmers like soul shadows
you smoked your cigarette in silence
as you clumsily smiled at me
distance is not realized till hindsight kicks in
i walked deaths miles with you
spoken like a lip to my cheek
and salt rain on my lashes
you were like a dark wolf
crying in the midnight
harsh as decembers rain
yet
smooth like deep waters
and sexual in the way your lust spoke through
torn jeans and sad eyes
my heart danced for you strawberry dreams
in mid july
now winter spills in
a hard light full of natures sorrow
those strings stopped their song
there i lay like ophelia
in repose and soft destruction
Comments
Sad memories. I know there are others, but these are the haunting ones.
yes they are. Thank you Lin x
– Christie Moses
love the imagery here here, of all too precious memory. no, some things are embedded within, forever with us. hugs and love xoxoxoxoxoxo
thank you Shar. Hugs and love back xoxo
– Christie Moses
Such a fine spinning of emotional meaning into word music.
thank you BLake. I appreciate it x
– Christie Moses
excellent as always Chritie
thank you Mark x
– Christie Moses
One never forgets entirely such lose…even when long enough since; forever it seems lingering in the back of memory, for survival now an unnamed shadow, coming and going without warning, never welcomed such a cold shiver passing through the mind and over the heart. xox
perfectly described. Thank you as always Joe xo
– Christie Moses
Memories meets reality of the present. Sometimes they do clash and make changes in the now.
yes sometimes they do. thanks JR x
– Christie Moses
You are an awesome writer…I’ll never be as good. Always a wonderful job from you! Love your talent!
thank you Mark. I appreciate you saying so. You are very talented as well though. x
– Christie Moses
Beautiful and sad. darling girl. a real and very deep memory which will be with you forever. Love you lots. xxx
so true Pops. thank you. Love you back xx
– Christie Moses
My gypsy woman,
I’ve now read 3 times and I shall again and again,
I am totally in love with this piece, your imagery is startling and though there is a melancholy it seems right to me, if you know what I mean…I guess I feel comfortable in such a state…
wonderful xoxoxoxo
oh i do know what you mean. Sometimes that melancholy just sits pefectly like a well worn shirt.
Thank you my lovely xoxo
– Christie Moses
Excellent writing Christie..you brought the pain to the forefront with your writing..you have such a way of describing things..well done.
thank you much Chris.
– Christie Moses